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So this is where he came to hideWhen he ran from youIn a private detective`s overcoatAnd dirty dead man`s shoesThe pretty things of KnightsbridgeLying for a minister of stateIs a far cry from the nod and winkHere at traitor`s gate`Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground downAnd he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around[Chorus:]To murder my love is a crimeBut will you still loveA man out of timeThere`s a tuppeny hapenny millionaireLooking for a fourpenny oneWith a tight grip on the short hairsOf the public imaginationBut for his private wife and kids somehowReal life becomes a rumorDays of dutch courageLetras de cancionesJust three French letters and a German sense of humorHe`s got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridgeHe stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege[Chorus]The biggest wheels of industryRetire sharp and shortAnd the after dinner overturesAre nothing but an after thoughtSomebody`s creeping in the kitchenThere`s a reputation to be madeWhose nerves are always on a knife`s edgeWho`s up late polishing the bladeLove is always scarpering or cowering or fawningYou drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning[Chorus] From Letras Mania